Fall Eve

by jkatejohnston

You’d be amazed how far you can take this. Cheeks and Butt. Scotch and Butter (He has no idea what Scotch is but he’ll say yes to anything).

Anyway, I was thinking about how last weekend at Trader Joe’s he was saying, “Can we get a little pumpkin? Please, I beg you.” He wanted to make pumpkin pie. And I happen to know from long experience that even pie pumpkins aren’t as good as canned pumpkin for pie, and Trader Joe’s doesn’t have canned pumpkin yet, and I wasn’t going to the regular store, so I put him off. But yesterday at lunchtime I was walking downtown, and it was only a little warm. I walked on the sunny side of the street. The air was clear, the sky a darker blue. I remembered that Saturday is the first day of Fall. And I thought, do you like pumpkins? Do you like pie? Oh yeah, baby.

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I’m reminding you that your first experiment with brown butter crust was too salty and too greasy. See Delusions for Breakfast p 65. Still sounds like a good idea though.
It was high and clear in SYV yesterday; the kind of weather we get when there are Santa Ana winds in Los Angeles. Made Chicken Paprikish for today. Recipe called for one fresh Italian frying pepper, whatever that is. I used 4 yellow peppers and an Anaheim. Early tastes indicate a pretty high level of capaicin heat.